“Surely you can do better than that,” I chided before taking a healthy drink from my own glass. Giggling again she replied that she wasn’t much ...f a drinker.“We are going to fix that tonight.” I laughed, as I tilted Amy’s glass up for her to drink some more.Amy had managed to finish two glasses of wine before Becky joined us in the living room. Becky grabbed her own untouched glass and drank a little. By now Amy’s complexion was taking on a pink tinge and I knew that after one more glass Amy. Your bodies were so similar that Stacy would often borrow your clothes, and one time she convinced you to try on one of her dresses for fun. You never did that again…because you were embarrassed at how well they fit- not tight, but snug enough to hug your body in all the “wrong” places.“Alright, lets head in” I said, as we began walking to the building with our luggageThe dorm buildings were co-ed, but genders were separated by floors. Stacy and I choose the same building, and I was assigned. The mixture of the smelly candles wafted through her nostrils as she inhaled and felt the tightening of her cunt around the swelling shaft of her father’s intrusive cock. She realized the music from the cassette had stopped now and the only sounds were the grunting from Larry, the slapping of his balls on the back of legs, the small farting sound of her moist pussy, and the rapid breathing of Natalie who was now flicking her own clitoris while observing the impending climax of the man fucking. We decided to head to the bar to build a little Dutch courage; we had four hours to have a nice drink before we had to be in the room for the fun to begin. We managed to share a few Jager bombs and other shots to get nice and merry. At 6 pm, we decided we needed to get back to the room. We both started to relax and slip into more comfortable clothing – we barely had any clothing, so we both slipped into our underwear and laid having a cuddle kiss waiting for the knock on the door. “Knock,.